I've had lovers who lifted me in the moment.
The man who let me spend a weekend, my first solo escape.
He lifted my heart with my hips.
it was a moment.
There was the man from whom I hoped to learn to live free,
to slip into his world, to be safe in his circle;
the man whose freedom would never survive the weight of my need.
Who wouldn't love the man who lives in trees.
The last in the line is the toughest of lovers.
a pragmatist who bristled at my romantic notions,
the man who had the hope of happiness beaten out of him as a child.
I lament that these men will not have remote permanence in my life.
regardless of how poorly or how ill the suit.
2 comments:
Bleh. Whatever. It's a progression and you're moving through the world... forward. Next::::: (You learn. It gets better.)
yo, that tree is mine and you are welcome to it anytime. sincerely, your friend from afar.
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